"team leader!!"

Just as Moloto and Dresil were about to leave the prison, the soldiers who were in charge of guarding outside hurriedly ran in.

"What happened? It depends on your panic." Moloto criticized his subordinates unhappily. He didn't want to cause any shame in front of Dresil.

"The people from Tarasha are here."

The words of the dwarf soldiers made Dresil look at each other. They did not expect that Tarasha, who was involved in the plot of murder and silence, would dare to come to the scene of the incident.

"Oh... Then let's invite them in, let's see what Blood Wings says." Turning back and walking back to the prison built underground, Dresil found a chair against the wall to sit down.

When Roland's figure appeared in the low stone passage, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I didn't expect the president to come in person. It seems that Osedrothen's clerks have to remember one. In the 551st year of the solar calendar, the famous President Tarasha himself..." The Paladin's sarcastic words were forcibly interrupted by the stern rebuke of Captain Dwarfs.

"Dresil!!"

"Yes, yes, yes... I understand." Dresil shut up when he received his old friend's warning gaze, but his provocative gaze was still staring at the figure at the door.

"It's a bit presumptuous to come in without being informed." A neutral voice came from behind the mask. Roland nodded slightly to the two responsible persons in the stone chamber, and then headed straight to the cell that emitted a large amount of bloody smell.

Although there was no rudeness, her indifference also made the white elf who had already made a very unhappy expression almost unable to help but draw his sword toward him.

"Calm down, Dresil. You were swept out by the White Elf clan because of this temper that you can never control your anger. Do you even want to stay in the church now?" Holding the white Elf who was already angry, the dwarf's words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing his anger.

"Hmph...they swept me out, not because of my personality or my bloodline." Sitting back to the wooden chair beside the wall, Dresil took his hands back and held them hard.

"There is only one Moya-Fasi in this world." Molotho paused and glanced at the cell, for fear that the people around him would hear it. Not only did he lower the volume, but he also specially switched to the very ancient Dark Evan Elf Language.

"So... there is only one Sistale in this earth. I know what you mean, so don't comfort me anymore, Moloto." Dresil removed the arrogance on his face and stared at the dark cell opposite him in a cold look.

If it weren't for the fact that Emperor Duffyk had had a good relationship with the Night Elf a few years ago, I, a mixed blood of the white elves and the Night Elf, wouldn't have been a Paladin at all.

It’s ridiculous that the white elves feared my power while...but looked down on my bloodline.

Since that's the case, why did you have to do a mixed-race experiment? It's so funny.

What do you say is a eccentric personality...

I wanted to create a big elves like Sistale, but I was afraid of being out of control.

Those guys from the Senate were even more hateful. After failing, they drove me out of Porivia with the reason of bad personality.

"Hmm? It's a bit strange. The elemental elves are very active..." Moloto suddenly noticed that the elemental elves in the prison suddenly became active. He glanced at Dresil beside him, but found that he was also confused.

"Can't it..."

The two rushed to the cell where Tenango's body was placed.

In order to avoid the odor of the burning candles destroying the scene, Molotto removed the combustible lighting object in the stone chamber and placed the magic crystal with weaker light.

In the light blue cold light, President Tarasha, wearing a mask, raised his left index finger, and the ancient totem from dark to light gradually lit up on his slender and pale fingers.

"What's going on?" Moloto, who could feel the magic swell but could not use magic at all, could only look forward to Dresil's explanation.

"He is summoning the elemental elves!!" Dresil narrowed his eyes, not believing in his eyes very much.

How could this happen?

A non-witted man who has no magic power on his body can actually summon elemental elves without using the magic array.

Because non-witnesses do not have magic catalysts, they must use powerful magic arrays as auxiliary.

But... not only did he not cast the magic array, but also... he directly used language as the summoning method, which was obviously the upper-level summoning method.

Is this guy... really just the Dark Knight?

Although it is at the thirteenth level, it is too incredible.

Just as Dresil's thoughts flashed, some tiny light bodies that could be seen from Tenango's corpse were flying out. After flying around in the air, they finally sank into Roland's body.

"Is this true?" As if receiving some message, Roland murmured to herself. When she looked up to face Moloto beside her, the slight light on her body had disappeared without a trace, and the aura of the elemental elves shrouded in the entire prison gradually faded.

"Although I already know the general situation, I decided to confirm it. I have caused trouble for you two." After bowing slightly, Roland turned around and left after saying the etiquette.

"How does the president view the arrival of the Dead Master? He plans to take his son away without any injuries."

Dresil's words made Roland, who had already walked to the stairs, paused a little; "I will give you a satisfactory reply at that time."

"Damn... This guy, if it weren't for the situation and strength that wouldn't allow it, I really wanted to kill him." Looking at Roland's back as he left, the Paladin cursed angrily.

Before Roland left, Dark Evan also spoke in words of the dwarf Molotto. He did not expect that this honorary president actually understood the ancient elf language that had been lost to mankind for thousands of years.

In this way, the other party heard all the conversations I had with Dresil before?

Dresil always has an indescribable inferiority and disgust for his identity.

"Don't do anything randomly, Dresil. Don't forget that there are the entire Blood Wing and Tarasha behind him, which is equivalent to the power of a kingdom, and don't act rashly."

"I know... that's why I didn't do it." Looking at Roland's departure back angrily, Dresil could only vent his anger on the wall.

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Tarasha is headquartered in Neo, a small country located among the mountains and the birthplace of Quekern, the largest inland river in the southern continent.

The border with major powers such as Guriev, Walkut, and Polyvia has also given this small principality with a population of only more than 100,000 to gain a special status.

As a buffer against the two continents of the west and south, humans and elves, although Neo, which is mostly hilly, does not have as fertile land as the Holy Empire, it has the prosperity that is no less than that of the neighboring country Guriyev.

The family of Thieves, which is more famous and older than Blood Wings, settled in this kingdom a thousand years ago. The prosperity of the two major guilds of adventure and mercenaries drove the development of the kingdom. Coupled with regional convenience, business trips from the west and south, adventurers who went to the White Elf Kingdom to explore, and caravans who took a boat north or east, all made the economy of this hilly country develop rapidly to surpass other countries of the same area and population.

After thousands of years of development, the little Neo has accumulated wealth that is not inferior to that of a big country, which is also one of the main reasons why Andre, as a military advisor, is interested in it.

Secondly, the border with the territory of white elves, dwarves, and night elves made the radicals of the church and the Holy Empire dare not act rashly.

The reason why Allen, as the deputy commander of Blood Wings, came to Osedrotien City was mainly for the upcoming South China Business Alliance Conference.

In order to escort Tarasha's chamber of commerce to safely attend the annual meeting, the Blood Winged leader Ravit gave him a full group of Blood Winged mercenaries.

According to the original plan, the merchants who were escorted to Osedrotien by Blood Wings attended the meeting as scheduled. The auction held at the same time not only attracted merchants and civilians from nearby towns, but also many nobles came from their own territory.

Due to the influence of the war in the north, the Holy Alliance cut off commercial trade with the Eastern Continent five years ago. In order to obtain goods from the Eastern Continent, the only way was to go to the non-Alliance neutral country.

The city of Osedrotien currently belongs to the High Rock Dwarf, is a member of the White Elves and Dwarf Allies, and is not in the ranks of the Holy Alliance.

Therefore, the nobles and vendors saw this opportunity very well. They came to buy exquisite weavings and silver utensils of the Night Elf, as well as spices, dyes and other daily necessities unique to the East Continent.

However, the impact of the murder of the evil mage and the arrival of the Dead Master made this meeting obviously shrouded an uneasy atmosphere.

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"Your Excellency, can you really guarantee that the Dead Master will not have conflicts with Blood Wings? If they make trouble in the city... this small town can't stand the tossing." In the luxurious parliament hall where the local chamber of commerce spent a lot of money, Baron Howards sat in his seat and shivered.

The timid city lord, who was born to be timid, still felt his stomach contracting when he recalled the bloody scene he saw in the morning.

However, what he didn't understand was why the church was so sure that the Dead Master did not dare to confront Blood Wings head-on.

Now all the evidence indicates that the Blood Winged mercenaries killed the evil mage, and the Dead Magister Steffell had every reason to revenge.

"Don't worry, lord. I promise you that nothing will happen." Dresil attended in a formal paladin outfit. His gorgeous robe fully reflected the elf's tall figure and noble and elegant temperament. His whole person was like a huge glowing body, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

The reason why he was so sure that the Dead Master would not have conflicts with Blood Wings in the city was entirely because he witnessed President Tarasha's strange behavior in prison in the morning.

Although Dresil and Moloto did not understand what this honorary president who had not appeared several times since its inception had done in such a short period of time, the only thing that is certain is that he had come up with a way to deal with the Dead Master.

Otherwise, you will not confidently make a promise like "I will definitely give you a satisfactory reply".

As for Dresil himself, he was more interested in the true identity of the mysterious president.

Here comes!!

A riot suddenly broke out in the crowd. Hearing the excitement and low cry from time to time, Dresil put a nearly perfect smile on his face.

“On behalf of the Church, I sincerely welcome you to the city of Osedrotien,

Grand Master Steffell.”

The Dead Master was wearing a black robe embroidered with a skull, holding it in his hand

The bone-dead staff embedded with black cloudstone walked straight towards the city lord.

Wherever people pass, they take the initiative to make way for a channel.

"Where is that guy? Kill my son's Blood Winged Mercenary?!"

The angry inquiry made the Baron almost weak at the spot. He had seen the flames burning with bloodthirsty and revenge in the eyes of the revenge mage.

"Although the person who fell into the dark has long been betrayed,... I think he must have thought that the one who stabbed him in the back would be his biological father." A soft and neutral voice sounded behind Steffell, and the Dead Master turned around. He saw a stranger about the same height as a human woman standing just a few steps away from him. He wore a white mask with ancient words on his face and a black suit, which made him particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

"That... Tarasha." Word by word, Steffell pronounced the title of President Tarasha, the most mysterious in five years.
Chapter completed!